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Chapter 521 Basic Training Before the Game

"How did she become a warrior?"

As the warriors received Fudge's blessing, the Gryffindor students were whispering to each other.

It's not that they don't support their own warriors, but the main reason is that this incident has dealt too heavy a blow to the seniors. At present, it seems that the four colleges have their own warriors. In other words, Granger is forcing the seniors of his own college to become warriors.

This... my face hurts!

Granger didn't even start the OWLs year!
This is like a mock exam for the whole school, and a freshman takes the senior exam and gets first place. It’s even worse than that—this is too embarrassing…

The lower grades who were not eligible to register were fine, but the upper grades were like eggplants hit by frost, and they were too embarrassed to look up when Granger went over to receive the blessing.

How can I use the authority of the senior grades?
Especially those who have just entered the seventh grade, they finally took away all the seniors and became the big brothers of the academy, but they were crushed to death by the fourth-grade students!

Fortunately, their frustration did not last long - Fudge soon announced new technology and claimed that the warrior selection would be rebroadcast in the four magical countries.

The seniors, who still had no idea of ​​the new technology, perked up almost instantly, fearing that their poor mental state would be publicly broadcast to the entire wizarding world.

"If you ask me, it's normal that you seniors can't beat Granger. Who are your opponents? Who are their opponents?"

Lee Jordan was very energetic as he made jokes - he was not old enough and his name was not put in the submission, so he had no pressure at all.

Although he was a little indignant at first, he didn't even need to make excuses at this moment. He didn't get selected as a senior, right?

"That makes sense. Indeed, she managed to snatch the right to participate from Taylor. It's normal for her to be selected as a warrior."

"Yeah, that is to say, she has been ranked first for three consecutive years. She is just a little bit lower in grade, but her strength is solid. She has snatched the first place from Taylor for three years!"

...

What's wrong with supporting the warriors from your own academy? They are a little young, but they were legally selected, and their records are there. The key is the winner.

Then, the Gryffindors began to support their own warriors enthusiastically, especially when Fudge took photos with the warriors, the Gryffindors cheered louder than the Hufflepuffs.

-

"It's great to be young."

Mr. Flamel, who was standing next to Andrew, sighed, "I feel like the last Triwizard Tournament wasn't as lively as it is now."

"The last time we competed... Living long enough really allows you to do whatever you want..."

While cooperating with the photo, he responded in a low voice, "It will get better. The magic world is always developing - otherwise we probably wouldn't even have wands right now, trying to cast spells with our fingers."

"Yes," Mr. Flamel nodded. "In the beginning, even the languages ​​of different places had not yet taken shape. I knew a very talented Muggle at that time, named, yes, Shakespeare. The Statute of Secrecy had not yet been implemented. His plays were much more crude than they are now - but Hogwarts was happy to perform them. Now it's not possible. I heard that Hogwarts has banned plays?"

...

The time span was so long that Andrew couldn't react for a while. After thinking about it, he realized that Shakespeare was indeed a playwright before the implementation of the Statute of Secrecy.

As for what came later… he didn’t really want to respond.

Although the old professor has retired, Dumbledore doesn't seem to have the habit of burning down the hall again - Hagrid's destructive power is no less than that of the old professor. Andrew really doesn't want to mention the blasting-tailed skrewt. He has no doubt that it can burn down the hall again. He has already stopped Hagrid's two magical creature breeding reports this semester - because he really doesn't want to see something more terrifying than the blasting-tailed skrewt in class.

"Ah, speaking of drama," Mr. Flamel shook his head. "Have you read the introductory textbook on alchemy that I gave you last time?"

"No, the professor said that my foundation in Transfiguration was not solid enough at that time, and I shouldn't dabble in more complex alchemy."

Andrew shook his head. The threshold for alchemy was too high. Neither Professor McGonagall nor Dumbledore allowed him to get involved in it in advance. Up to now, his potion making was just enough to meet his daily needs. It was still too early for him to dabble in alchemy.

"Although I think you have enough, perhaps Albus's judgment is more accurate. Being exposed to alchemy too early may indeed limit your thinking - but we don't need to rush, we have a whole year."

Mr. Flamel nodded stiffly. "When is the first game? Um, sorry, I'm not used to the new body yet. The experimental results are too radical..."

"November 11th—you really don't need to go down and rest, Mr. Flamel?"

Andrew asked with concern halfway through his answer.

"No, just go to Albus' office and take some medicine later. I still need to adjust my body. I'm afraid your alchemy course will have to be postponed for a while."

Mr. Flamel appears to be trying to shake his head, but unfortunately it is his arms that are moving this time. No doubt, as he himself says, his transformation was a little too radical.

'Wait?'

Andrew was certain of one thing only after he was sure that Mr. LeMay was able to take care of himself.

His alchemy class?

what?
Nicolas Flamel's alchemy lessons?
But now was obviously not the time to ask further questions. He could only watch Mr. Flamel meet with Dumbledore and then the two of them walked towards the headmaster's office. He still had things to do.

Although it was a bit outrageous for him as a so-called objective referee to speak to the Warriors and give pre-match science, if Mr. Lemay had health problems, he could only grit his teeth and go on - after all, it was not the first time he had trained seniors, so it was not a big problem.

There was no way. With Fudge here, the two referees from the Ministry of Magic obviously couldn't take over. The headmasters had finished speaking, and he and Mr. Flamel were the only objective referees in concept.

-

"It seems that the Warriors also..."

Harry and Ron looked at each other and found that the warriors were also in the same situation. They did not escape Taylor's clutches, and there were even a few more of them.

"That's about the same. Same lecture, similar to our second grade, right?"

Ron raised his eyebrows at Harry, and then a look of pain came over his face - he didn't even like riding in cars now.

Harry's face also showed some restraint, but he quickly recovered. After all, the accident brought Sirius.

"He's Taylor after all. To be honest, I wouldn't be surprised if Sirius gets pulled out by him for a lecture one day..."

Ron, who had finally recovered, was a little hesitant.

"How is that possible? Sirius is a professor..." Harry tried to refute, but he was a little unsure, "Should, shouldn't it be possible?"

(End of this chapter)